[Closed] Heaven or hell or somewhere in between

[metalicarus]

Who| Jet and Albert
What| Some shippy things, some serious things, some sexy things
Where| Their room
When| Before the last breakout and then a couple weeks after it.
Warnings/Notes| Definitely one of threads is turning into sex, you are warned.

[A catch-all to avoid spamming with separate posts. Different headers in the comments below, one thread is relationship re-development and progress-checking, the other is touching base and Serious Talks.]

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[metalicarus]

"Yeah."

Jet held Albert's stolen hand in both of his, a near-reverence in the care of his touch. He traced lines and joints in the metal, different than the ones he'd memorized years ago, but still familiar.

"I'm not having second thoughts. Just...thoughts. I don't know." A humorless smile played at the corner of his lips. "Honestly, kinda hope they just torture us, at least it'd be nothing new and we know we can get through it. Death would mean-" The smile fell and he raised Albert's fingers to his lips for a light kiss before turning his face to press his cheek to the cool metal instead, his eyes directed out the window once again. Death would mean Mocawa and hopelessness and the likelihood Jet would fail Albert all over again. No, he'd rather be gutted alive than have them die and go back. He'd rather be brainwashed or drugged all over again than watch Albert suffer like he had under Jaden's tricks.

[silberfuchs]

"I would say I hope we don't get caught at all, but the people need to be shown why we'll have done what we plan to do." He watches Jet turn his hand over and trace the joints, kiss his fingers then press them into his cheek.

"We can try to run, to hide, after, but if we are caught I suspect we'll be held for awhile. They'll want to know who the leak is." Better to be a realist about this. It's possible they could disappear into the city disguised as Capitolites or take the system of sewers and access tunnels to the edge of the Capitol and run out altogether, but that would leave whoever helped them in jeopardy and they wouldn't get far regardless. They're chipped again, after all. At least if they're caught, they can claim to have worked on their own for the bombing at least, protecting anyone else who threw their lot in with them by spinning a story of coercion and threats. It would be so easily believable to the Capitol when they do the same thing themselves.

"By then, ideally, it will be too late."

[metalicarus]

Jet chuckled to himself and shook his head only a little so his skin didn't leave the metal.

"His Voice. Joe said something similar about showing the people they could and would need to fight. Guess this qualifies us as martyrs."

He sat up then, an edge to his gaze that threatened to slice Albert, should he move the wrong way. "And we will do this together, yes? None of the 'kicking one out of the way so the bullet only hits the other' crap we've both done before, right? I'll be happy to walk into whatever fire they've got for us so long as-" The words died on his lips, their absence hanging in the air, but their meaning wasn't lost.

He sighed, more tired than distressed and set his forehead to Albert's cool metal hand where his cheek had been.

[silberfuchs]

"We will"

There's a long pause between what Jet says and when Albert responds. A pause to give the moment the gravity it deserves, the respect it deserves. For most of their lives Jet and Albert have lived with the possibility of death over their heads; Albert's little-used moniker is even that he is the god of such, meant to show just how effective of a weapon he'd been built to be but subverted by the course of the German's life in meaning as he hadn't been one to die at all even in the most dire circumstances. It's always been a frightening prospect, but even the scariest things can become mundane if faced enough.

But this is different. This isn't heat of the moment, maybe we'll slip up and bite it. This is knowing that Death is very likely waiting at the end of this path, whether immediately or after the Capitol has had their fun. Maybe it will be a final rest, maybe not, but there's something so much more heavy in the choosing than in the farce the Capitol put on them through the Arenas.

But this time... together.

"We will," softer now, Albert's breath barely brushing Jet's hair.

[metalicarus]

Death didn't scare him, not in the 'this might kill me, maybe I shouldn't do it' kind of way. If something needed to be done and Jet could do it, he would, that had always been the way. It was why he'd died already.

No, death scared him for it's finality, or what was supposed to be it's finality. It scared him because of all he could miss and he'd seen those effects all around him, just being frozen for decades and waking up later showed him how life could and would move on without him. There was a comfort in that, but also an insignificance and loss that scared him more than anything. He feared death for what it meant for the survivors, he simply had to look to his husband as example for that.

He'd felt the loss of Albert as his partner had lost Jet himself and he didn't want it for either of them again. If they would go, it would be together, as it should have been ages ago.

But there was also something else in the fact they were choosing this. In choosing it, they were almost ensuring it would be the end for them both, but in choosing it, they were going against every fiber in Jet's being. All those years he'd railed against Albert's pull towards his own demise, how wrong it had always seemed to Jet...this was like that but it also wasn't. It was like flying into the atmosphere, knowing after making the decision there wouldn't be a return trip.

Except it was better this time. Yes, they would be leaving people behind, but people who had others, who could move on like they should. He wasn't abandoning Albert. Albert wasn't abandoning him. It was a relief.

"Good."